You know, you've got this
fantasy in yo' head about
Gettin' outta the life and settin
the corporate world on its ear
What the fuck you gonna do
you really ain't got the stomach for that
Nigga's beats is bangin',
Bein intricate'll get you wood, critic
they like you should spit it
I'm like you should buy it,
nigga that's good business
Forget this rap shit I need
A little bit of everything,
I say that reluctantly cause
In fact you can't fit this hustle
You can come and set up a camera,
VVS boulders oh they're visibly set
You see Hova wasn't digital yet
Befo' Steve Jobs made the iPod
Back when rappers wouldn't
dare play lyrical roulette
With a automatic weapon I was
Pantries full of Arm & Hammer,
don't take Nancy Drew to see
Just sent a million dollars
Before the answer was a 3
I was down in Georgetown with a Hoya chick,
Sure he's rich now cause he saw the shit,
That's why they call him Hov', cause
he came before all this shit
Bought a 6, quarter seven,
skipped on them quarter eights
Ten year veteran, I've been set
I've been through with this
bullshit game but I never quit
I used to think rappin' at 38 was ill
I know I ain't quite 38 but still
The flow so Special got a 38 feel
The real is back, hehehehe
